Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence.
Summary from before - Tino, Lukas's boyfriend, goes missing. Lukas doesn't know that Tino's being abused by his new boyfriend. Lukas had previously given information to the police, but when no results turn up, he realizes the address he submitted was wrong. Every minute he wastes lowers Tino's rate of survival. Now, Tino has left Lukas a series of clues via video camera, and it is up to Lukas to decide what to do with them.
There is no video after that. Lukas checks the date of the video...One day before Tino went missing. His throat is dry, and his blood goes cold as he flicks off the camera. After a series of mental calculations, he decides that the police have no use for most of the film - It doesn’t reveal a clue about his location other than that it is the man’s house, and that he was last seen a day ago.
Lukas leaves a quick message to the police forwarding the last and most important video and information about it.
He exhales, hating the prospect of being powerless to control his fate. Thousands of people go missing and are never heard from again. It takes an excruciating seven years for them to be pronounced dead, too. Tino can’t be dead, right? He’ll pull through. He won’t drink it out, he’ll stay sober. As tears burn Lukas’s eyes, he reaches for the paisley pillow and squeezes it tight, curling up into the fetal position on his lover’s bed.
As Lukas sighs, he feels something crinkly taped on the backside of the pillow, however, and he flips it over. It’s a blank piece of paper.
Lukas rips it off and reads aloud the rounded penmanship: “You won’t find me at my filming location. Not at his house. You know where to find me.”
A sick feeling churned in Lukas’s stomach, and he felt nausea take over him. Perhaps it’s the fear of being thrown into relentless suspense again...He’ll take a walk. A long one, back to 255 Karlazen Boulevard.
There’s no cover-up, there’s no lie.
“Where have you been this entire time?” the man asks, enunciating every syllable. Perspiration is running down Tino’s back as he struggles for the right words. “W-Where have you been?”
The man narrows his eyes. “What do you mean, where have I been?”
“ I went out for a-a str-stroll,” Tino replies, bowing his head low. This is it. Gather your courage, Tino. This is it.
“I was never gone, you liar!” The man snaps, shoving Tino back with a single hand. The Finn doesn’t stumble, though, and regains his composure even though his body cries out otherwise.
“Whether or not you left, take this,” Tino whispers, handing the man a small canister. “You haven’t been taking it.”
The man scoffs as he takes the canister and pops it open, spilling the contents into his palm.
“Lukas, swallow them,” Tino urges, placing two soft, badly cut hands around the Norwegian’s bare neck, which is like a thin thread he will have to tear. He wears the softest, most convincing expression a future murderer would would wield.
Lukas Bondevik stops staring at Tino like a predatory hunter, and his vision glazes over.
“How long did it take you?” Tino snapped, tears burning in his eyes. A lump had began to form in his throat, but he pushed it down. The only tears shed tonight would be Lukas’s, in his own regret. How long did it take for his anger to boil over? Why did he have to snap so fast, so recent?
He hurt you. Pressed a knife against your neck. Beat you until you couldn’t walk.
The Finn shrieks, taking the chance to barrel down on Lukas and viciously shove two pills down his throat. Lukas’s head hits the sharp edge of a table as he goes down, releasing pained groan.
“Swallow them,” Tino snarls, grabbing his ex’s hair and sharply ripping at it. Choking, Lukas gags on Tino’s fingers and weakly turns his head to the side. His eyes roll back and forth in their sockets; He can’t last this.
I thought I loved you.
I thought I loved me for loving you.
I didn’t mean this; Why must you?
Lukas reluctantly complies, feeling the bitter, smooth texture of the pill upon his tongue, and Tino’s nails digging into his flesh. He tastes blood and attempts vainly to spit the iron tang out at Tino, but he’s is too slow.
King of lies.
Why did I let you?
The shorter blond reaches for a roll of clear masking tape beneath the bed, ripping a long stril off. Before Lukas can scramble away, Tino grabs his ankle and tapes it down while reaching for the other. Lukas yelps at this, giving in to the tears, watching his wrist get snapped to the side.
Tino kicks his opposer’s head in place. Lukas’s eyes flutter, and he sees stars.
What is your point in this?
This not a victory for you.
This is a loss for the both of us.
Why aren’t you fighting?
It’s not the pills.
Weren’t you the one that told me to fight until the end?
We’re a bunch of hypocrites, liars, and thieves.
Why are you this way?
Lukas lies on the floor, still, eyes up staring at the ceiling. He does not regard the mess of a human being beside him, with a raging, blackened heart and a lust for revenge. A pool of Lukas’s own blood has formed on the ground from the abuse, yet he cannot wipe it away.
A needle pricks his flesh, and everything goes quiet.
Have you had your revenge?